Cosmic significance of the shredder

When it comes to household appliances, I always knew it was impossible to achieve perfect union with all creation through ironing, but I had great hopes for the shredder. I have spent several days this week shredding old everything, leaving this one tiny pile of stuff to file away in my formerly overcrowded file drawers, and one big box of crap to stuff into the attic for the kids to shred after we’re dead. I have gotten some gratification through shredding, erasing the past, as it were, or at least the power company’s vision of the past, not to mention a number of consumer complaints that I wrote at a time when I obviously needed medication or anger management classes (not to say those days are over). But on the whole, I don’t feel yet that I have reached nirvana. Alas.